Odin: This is a christmas special. It can snow on a desert planet, you just need a lot more stage hands, then simple shred some important financial documents and you have instant snow.

"Dulce bellum inexpertis."

Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."

Rwos: Sorry, am I late? It was a long way to walk from...wait, what am I doing here anyway? I'm supposed to be er...*looks round shiftily*...something...else...in my own universe. *Looks around at the snow* Oh! Of course...it's the Christmas Special. How could I forget?

Odin: How about the North Pole, and we all get to do something like save christmas, or kill some of those annoying elves.

"Dulce bellum inexpertis."

Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."

*Deac enters the portal, and finds himself in the centre of a crowded street. The people are dressed for winter, except a few. All wear clothes that Deac is not familiar with. Fortunatley, he sees a few handy Rebel Pilots*

Odin: Sure we could follow Deac, or we could wait until he dies, and come back to life again. And while we wait we can get drunk and play Sabacc.

"Dulce bellum inexpertis."

Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."

*some Aesir appear, they join Odin in a thrilling game of Sabacc. They play for various worlds*

"Dulce bellum inexpertis."

Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."

Rwos: Normally I'd say yes, but since this is the holiday special I'm not so sure.

*Watches the man dance by* This planet's got hundreds of divided countries. Judging by the level of civilization here, and the fact that they still have a monarchy, I'd say we're in England or one of its sister countries.

Lokpihet: Want to kidnap the most important person to an Earth Christmas?

Reletha: You mean.... Jesus! No wait...we can't kidnap deities.

Lokpihet: No...

Reletha: Dick Clarke? Then they would never know what year it was!

Lokpihet: I mean Father Christmas!

Reletha: You mean Santa?

Lokpihet: Just because Star Wars was American doesn't mean we should stop being English! Yes! Let's go to the north pole, kidnap him and then hold him ransom for the earth. That sounds like a fiendish enough, yet Christmassy enough silly plot!

RH Irvine *holding a can of soda* "I wonder if Dr. Pepper is a real doctor. Something tells me that he isn't qualified to be a "Soft Drink". But then yet again I can't get enough of this stuff!" *Begins to shake uncontrollably*

*shortly after several blaster shots are heard, Kioet walks down a dark alleyway and takes notice of something horrible*

Kioet: oh my god, what the hell happened here??????

???: mind your own business.

*Kioet takes a closer look....and nearly passes out. what he sees is a dark elf taking a piss on some bodies he just hacked to death with his fireblade shortsword*

Battle is a pure form of expression. It is heart and discipline, reduced to movement and motion. In battle, the words are swept away, giving way to actions-- mercy, sacrifice, anger, fear. These are pure moments of expression.

*The Group of Aesir follow Odin through the portal. They arrive in the mountains. The first person they encounter is a stranger wielding a sword*

Stranger: There can be only one.

*Takes a wide swing. Odin ducks and draws his sword. A brief fight ensues ending with the strange's head leaving his body.*

"Dulce bellum inexpertis."

Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."

Fused Irvine *to Lokpheit* "I've made sure that the elves made giant ice sculptures of our liking. Killed a few with our, heh, 'Magic'." *force lighting arcs from finger time to tinger tip innocently, while he grins widely*